Creepiest, Scariest, and weirdest things you have seen

[Plutonic Panda]

Does this top it? If not, post away!

[RadicalModerate]

That was way on up there on the "Creepiness Scale" . . . At first I wondered why on earth anyone would kill a praying mantis.

Something creepy that sticks in my mind was the time that I was fishing, in something resembling a pond, just to kill some time, while on a Baseball Dad's Season Ending Camping Trip to Red Rock Canyon State Park. I was using the basic worm on a hook technique. At one point I caught a little Sunfish/Bream/Whatever. As I was trying to remove the hook, so I could reuse the worm, I saw some strange movement in the fishes mouth. I looked closer only to see the vaguely nauseating sight of several little white worms, imbedded in the fish's upper palate, poking out of their hiding places to check out the bigger worm cousin on the hook. Trust me: This experience put me off of sashimi, like, forever. I don't even fish for fun in stagnant ponds anymore.

[Plutonic Panda]

The sashimi maaaan! Where did you hear that from anyhow? I heard something like that from a movie called Cabin Fever.

Oh, and that is pretty creepy. My pond fishing days are over and they haven't even begun.

[RadicalModerate]

The sashimi maaaan! Where did you hear that from anyhow? I heard something like that from a movie called Cabin Fever.

Oh, and that is pretty creepy. My pond fishing days are over and they haven't even began.

I didn't "hear" that "fishing story". . .
I lived it. =)

I'm creeped out by the use of "began" rather than "begun" that you ended that there sentence with. =)
Yet . . . Not as creeped out as by ANY (or all) scene(s) from "Eraserhead" . . .

Sorry . . . When you said "things you have seen" . . . I was thinking pre-Youtube/Facebook/Google. =)

Here is a clue . . . in the direction . . . of (fairly fair creepiness) . . . =)

[Plutonic Panda]

I didn't "hear" that "fishing story". . .
I lived it. =)

I'm creeped out by the use of "began" rather than "begun" that you ended that there sentence with. =)
Yet . . . Not as creeped out as by ANY (or all) scene(s) from "Eraserhead" . . .

Oh, I didn't mean the story, I meant the word sashimi

Thanks for the heads up about the whole began / began mix-up I had. Fixed that!

[RadicalModerate]

Oh, I didn't mean the story, I meant the word sashimi

Thanks for the heads up about the whole began / began mix-up I had. Fixed that!

The creepiest thing, ever, is that the Patton Oswald review of Eraserhead won't play.
(waiter . . . bring me another plate of SNAILS! =)

[Stew]

Bot flies creep me out.

[OKCisOK4me]

Bot flies creep me out.

That's not creepy, that's just grody...

[Prunepicker]

That's not creepy, that's just grody...

PluPan rules in the grodiness arena. He's a great kid (I've met him and
he's just a kid).

I still like him regardless of his mass produced grodiness.

[OKCisOK4me]

PluPan rules in the grodiness arena. He's a great kid (I've met him and
he's just a kid).

I still like him regardless of his mass produced grodiness.

I have met him as well...at a different OKCTalk meet-up other than when you and I met, albeit, briefly.

[Plutonic Panda]

This is a worm!



- https://www.facebook.com/IFeakingLov...163036/?type=1

[TaoMaas]

Bot flies creep me out.

After my ex lost a dog she'd had for many years, her step-brother decided she needed a new dog so he gave her one for her birthday. It was a cute little pomeranian mix, but it was kinda dirty. Her niece and I were playing with it shortly after we got it when we noticed that it had a place on its shoulder that looked like something had bit it because there was a big hole. We took it to the bathroom and washed the wound with soap and water and were cleaning up the area with a bit of peroxide...when suddenly we saw something move inside the hole! Freaked us totally out! LOL Neither of us were familiar with bot flies or we would have known what it was. When we took it to the vet, he called his staff in to watch him remove it because he said it was fairly uncommon for dogs to get bot flies so they needed to know what to look for. He reached in and grabbed the larva with some tweezers, held it up, and said it's latin name. Some of the front desk girls looked like they were going to spew and the rest of the staff quickly left, but an intern stood there staring at it for a bit, then held out his hand. The vet dropped the worm into his hand and the intern ran out of the room, saying, "I've gotta go get my book and look this up!" lol

[Plutonic Panda]

I haven't seen that. Is it on YouTube©?

[RadicalModerate]

I haven't seen that. Is it on YouTube©?

Yes . . . yes it is . . . but Beware.
My brother had a videotape of this film and he kept it out the cabinet holding the rest of his vids because he was afraid it would devour them.

Here's a sampler/review of this Kult Klassic . . .

[Plutonic Panda]

[Prunepicker]

PluPan,
You post some of the weirdest stuff.
Affectionately,
Prunie

[Roger S]

Can I add my ex-wife to this list?

[Plutonic Panda]

Can I add my ex-wife to this list?

let me guess, you found out she was a closet vegetarian?

[Roger S]

let me guess, you found out she was a closet vegetarian?

LOL..... She was a closet something but it wasn't a vegetarian.

[Martin]

this is probably the creepiest thing that happened to me (reposted from an old thread): -M

when i was in college at ou, i worked as a student in one of the departments. there is a building called newman hall on the northwest corner of boyd and chautauqua that is currently owned by the university. from what i've heard, this building was used, up through the 80's, as a halfway house for psychiatric patients. when i was on campus, the building was derelect and was used by various ou departments as storage. rumor had it that former residents would feel 'homesick' and would break into the place for somewhere to live or to hang out or whatever.

so... one day i'm given the task to take a service vehicle over there to put a bunch of old stuff into storage. there was nothing super heavy, so it was just me. i go in and get to work. i get about halfway finished putting the vanload of junk into my department's storage room... it was literally a room... the old rooms were left intact and individually padlocked. so... i'm halfway finished and decide to take a break.

it's obvious that this place was once some kind of apartment/hotel... probably built in the 20's or 30's. it's the old style where the main entrance opens into a parlor with a fireplace. what's funny to me is that even though this place is pretty much used as a warehouse, there's old mismatched furniture placed into a setting in the parlor. i walk over there and take a look around... at that point, i notice that the mantle is empty except for one lone item.

in the dark i begin to make out what it is. apparently somebody had propped up a dead bird on the mantle, removed its head and posed it so that its wings were outstretched. needless to say, that was quite unsettling. for all i know, this amateur ornithologist was hanging around in some other part of the building. at that point, this old, dusty, abandoned building just got creepier by several orders of magnitude. i couldn't get the rest of those boxes unloaded fast enough.

[hoya]

When I was still in school, I used to do temp work. My aunt ran a temp company and so if she found something that paid really well and was easy work, she'd give me a call. So some office needed somebody to organize their file room, or something. I don't even really remember what I was supposed to be doing there. I was only there for like 3 days. Anyway so there was this old black lady who worked there, and she had obviously lived a pretty hard life. She was missing some teeth, and her eyes were kind of wild, and she kept staring at me any time she walked by. The work I was doing was separated from the rest of the office, off in some corner where people rarely went. But every once in a while I'd turn around, and the lady would be there leering at me. She'd make little sexual comments as well. That, in and of itself, wouldn't have been so bad. The other people in the office thought it was funny, and they commented on it. "Oh, I see ol' Sheila (or whatever her name was) likes you. Don't let it bother you." Now I'm a grown man and I normally would just take it in stride. But...

So on the last day, I was working late finishing up. Almost everyone had already gone home, and I had maybe another hour before I'd be finished. I'm at the copier, and I turn around and ol' Sheila is standing there. But this time she walks up towards me. She kind of hesitates, as if she can't make up her mind whether she's going to go through with what's in her head. And then she commits. She walks right up to me, and kind of giggles this weird little laugh. And I'm expecting another crude sexual comment. But then she says "You've got such pretty blue eyes. I just want to cut them out and take them with me, so I can put them on my nightstand and look at them whenever I want." Then she cackles like a crazy woman, turns, and walks away. My blood ran cold and that's when I realize that we are probably the last two people in the building. I finished as fast as I could, and kept looking over my shoulder. It was a spooky walk out to my car across an empty parking lot, I'll tell you that.

[RadicalModerate]

Now I'm imagining that, in addition to everything else, "Old Sheila" also had a colony of bot flies in her sparse hair. (shudder)

[turnpup]

When I was a kid, my older sister had this cool Red Riding Hood cloth doll that I loved to play with. Some of you may remember these: Red Riding Hood with a long red skirt. If you pulled her skirt up over her head, the doll became a Grandma/wolf doll, with Grandma's face on one side and the wolf's on the reverse:



Years later, when I was in college, I was at my parents' house for a weekend visit. My boyfriend at the time was with me. We went out into my parents' storage shed and I began looking through boxes at some of my old toys. The Red Riding Hood doll was in one of those boxes. It was on the Grandma/wolf side, with the wolf facing up. I had forgotten all about that doll and was very excited to have stumbled across it. To my delight, it looked pristine lying there on the top of whatever else was in the box. I left it where it was, turned to my boyfriend and enthusiastically told him about the doll and how it worked. When I got to the part about it turning from the wolf into Grandma, I grabbed the doll out of the box and turned the wolf over—only to reveal that, instead of Grandma's sweet face, there was nothing but a completely shredded mass of cloth and stuffing. Apparently mice had been using Grandma's half of the head for a nest. My scream was probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I didn't go back into that shed for many, many years.

I swear, it makes me cringe and gives me the creeps to think about this even today. I don't have a problem with mice if I know they're there. It was the surprise element that messed with my head so much. From that point forward, I've been extremely leery of opening up a cardboard box up that's been in a shed, attic or unkempt closet. To this day, when I go to garage or estate sales, I won't go anywhere near the boxes and only stick with the stuff that's put out on tables.

[Plutonic Panda]

Praying Mantis!

[Plutonic Panda]

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